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When I was little I believed that trees were already completely formed under the ground.They pushed themselves out of the ground and when only the tops were showing it became a bush or hedge.
My grandparents had a pond in their backyard and I used to spend a lot of time by it studying the plants and wildlife. There was one plant that I discovered when you peeled its stem inside it looked like the fruit of a banana. It was small so I thought they were 'fish bananas.' I would peel them and break up the 'fish bananas' and throw them in the pond to feed the fish. I told my family, but they never corrected me...I guess they thought it was cute. I have no idea what that plant was.
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I must have been home sick the day they taught this in school but in some amazing way I managed to miss the truth about raisins. I was well into my 20s before I found out that they are actually dried grapes. (I had been wondering for years why I never saw a raisin plant.)
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When I was a kid I was told that umbrellas grew in the rain. When it rained they bloomed into big, fully grown umbrellas and the closed up ones had to get wet before they got bigger.
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I believed that leaves on trees only became individual when you you close to them, and then I got glasses.
When I was little, everything was alive (and to a certain extent, sentient): trees, all animals, of course; plants. This meant I needed to be gentle to living things as much as possible, and even if I had to kill something (cockroaches. Ticks. Mosquitos. Weeds.) that I'd do it with some degree of, I guess you'd have to call it consideration. Even inanimate things were alive. The universe was alive.
This is still true. It certainly does make life more interesting, fun, and at times, glorious, if everything around you can enjoy being there, too.
I used to believe that pussywillows were pieces of my cat stuck to a tree, and that if you played with your belly button that your bum would fall off.
my little brother used to plant parsley sprigs from italian dinners in the back yard, in hopes that they'd grow into trees.
When I was about five, I used to call pine cones "pine corns", and I thought they were edible, but the green ones on the tree weren't ripe, and the ones on the ground were too dirty to eat.
My sisters told me that spaghetti grew on trees. The also showed me a picture from the encyclopedia of a "matchbook tree." They explained that the small, fruit-like objects (which were really plums)were picked and each was individually whittled down to make a perfect little red match.
I used to believe that my urine was a super fertilizer - peeing on plants made them grow.
I used to think that dandilions were marshmallows on grass
I can't remember where I picked this one up, but since I was little I've called dandeliion seeds fairies.
unfortunately, i have no idea whether this is a lie or not... but my mother told me that if i picked dandelions i would wet the bed! (of course, i've never dared to try!)
When i was small i liked reading about animals, and then i soon got to know the way of naming animals and trees from kingdom to class to family then genus and species..
One day while cycling around somewhere in my neighbourhood, i heard these 2 woman who were drunk screaming 'peanus' and i thought that peanus is another species of peanut.. until i was 11 years old
when i was very young,some boys told me while digging in the dirt,that the roots were the fingers of the devil and not to let themget a hold of you ,so i'd cope at them with a stick.
My parents used to tell me and my sister that broccoli was baby trees. So we would think, "Wow, we're eating trees! Just like giraffes!" and would eat all the tops and leave the stems on the sides of our plates. Hey, at least we ate some of it.
And although we never believed it, we still refer to cauliflower as "albino rabbit brains."
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I used to think that if I poured water on the grass compost heap in the back yard then covered it with more grass, 10 minutes later there would be cotton balls under the fresh grass. I recall doing this once and having it work - or maybe this was a dream.
my babysitter had lots of potted plants with fuzzy leaves which were irresistable to my grubby little fingers. she told me that rubbing the fuzzy leaves would give me cancer. i don't touch fuzzy leaves anymore.
When I was three or so, I started calling daffodils, at the time a flower I was particularly fond of, daffodillos. I was told this was rubbish and for some reason decided that they were only daffodillos after the turned brown and wilted. It took my mum years to stop me thinking that.
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